#neverhangd

[perfectmetaphore]

@neverhangd said Oi, Silver! Ye’re coming ashore with me. Move your arse. | Anne Bonny

It is not by surprise, per se, that he gives her that subtle curious look, no, it is more towards the suddenness of her request. Now, Silver is more than pleased to return to shore and leave this god awful ocean behind for some time, even if just for a few hours, and so he need not think twice before he is following suit.

What exactly shall be done once his feet find solid ground again, he doesn't know. Find the inn, have a drink. Perhaps waste coins on a comfortable bed if only to rest for a little bit. Unless, of course, Anne has something in store for him, or perhaps she actually did crave his company for conversational purposes or even required his sharp eye for something. Now that is something which would surely surprise him.

Once in the longboat onwards towards his only salvation and leaving the damned ocean behind, that curiosity cannot stay seated any longer, and he tilts his head in wonder and looks at her.

"Of everyone upon that ship, you choose me to go with you. Why?"

Silver doesn't really have anyone to consider a companion, nor does he really want one either. He is better off on his own, easier to stay alive like that. Easier to navigate around and easier to simply up and leave should it be necessary. Solely only here because it is convenient to stay, for now.

Never once has he made that a secret to anyone, but a warning to not trust him.

[hatigave]

the   storm   is   his   to   command,   even   when   the   world   does   not   see   the   lighting   and   thunder   brought   forth   from   his   fingertips.   eternal   snake   circles   the   globe        ;        swallows   all   that   dares   to   slither   across   his   stomach.   if   he   is   to   be   a   monster,   he   shall   be   one   fully   and   without   shame   !   raises   his   hand.   beckons   her   with   a   smile   that   is   nearly   soft   (   creature   of   darkness   does   not   know   the   meaning   of   the   word   )   but   which   still   bleeds   crimson   around   the   edges.   is   still   cruel,   but   a   lot   less   so   when   the   not-yet-severed   scarred   hand   pats   his   own   thigh.   ❝   cariña,   my   sweet   feisty   thing,   come   to   me.   quickly   now.   ❞

opens   his   arms.   blooms   in   mock   invitation   like   a   flower   doomed   to   rot        ⎯⎯⎯⎯        will   take   her   down   with   him   soon   enough.   sit   on   death's   lap   and   find   that   he   loves   you   more   than   life   ever   could.   ❝   talk   to   me.   it   is   important,   no   ?   for   you   to   tell   me   about   your   day.   ❞

♡        ⎯⎯⎯⎯        @neverhangd

[accultant]

ye better sit down afore ye keel over.

Iago waves their hand dismissively without even looking at her, "'M fine."

They are, in fact, very close to keeling over, which is why they hold onto the side of the ship with white knuckles while they precariously peer over the side. It's dizzying, it makes their legs all wobbly, and they feel a little lightheaded. Not that any of that is unfamiliar - they're unfortunately quite used to passing out at the sight of blood or the exhaustion from magic too heavily spent. But this time it's different. No, no, this light-headed, hardly able to stand feeling is one of amazement.

They lived in Baldur's Gate their whole life, most of that spent underneath the city. Why the hells would they care about the ocean? They've seen it, sure, in passing, but they've never really paid it any mind. They've never been on it! They didn't realize just how much of it there was !!

It's so vast. It's so beautiful. They've never seen anything like it. It fills them with such a sense of scale and wonder that they don't know what to do with themselves. Putting words to such a feeling feels impossible, so after a few more moments of staring, wide-eyed and mesmerized, they can only mumble a dumbfounded, "So much water..."

[hitcritical]

@neverhangd chinese takeout and a graveyard

Yeah,  this  is  weird  man.  He's  met  people  in  a  lot  of  unusual  places  over  the  years.  From  dive  bars  to  the  fanciest  restaurants  in  the  world    ⎯⎯⎯      the  kind  of  restaurants  with  too  many  forks.  The  kind  of  restaurants  he  always  got  weird  looks  whenever  he  walked  in.  So  yeah,  nothing  really  bothers  him.  But  this  ?  This  is  kinda  too  freakish  for  him  for  real.  ❝You  the  kinda  woman  who's  obsessed  with  shit  like  this  ?  ❞

Jey  doesn't  mean  to  sound  as  if  he's  judging  her,  but  he  totally,  kinda,  is  !  Not  that  he's  complaining   ⎯⎯⎯     not  when  they  have  a  takeaway  between  them  (  not  even  the  cemetery  in  the  background  could  take  away  the  joy  from  that,  man.  )  ❝Know  what,  sis,  good  for  you.  Get  your  freak  on,  just  leave  one  of  them  springrolls  for  me.❞

[warwaited]

@neverhangd

It's always a bit of a gamble on how her insubordination - even perceived - will be handled. Rakatak is a woman more than capable of keeping her anger close to her chest until the prime moment to unleash it (sometimes literally), but time and again she's shown that she appreciates someone with the backbone to stand up to her bloviating at least on occasion.

This time, after a somewhat incredulous glance at Anne, she laughs. Not from the chest, little more than a light scoff and a shake of the head, but there's a touch of mirth in her eyes when she turns to lean against the gunwale.

"I'm not sure wondrous is the word I would use, but it is certainly sobering. Perhaps, if I must justify my grandstanding, I might ask you look to where this next cruelty might come from. If such a thing isn't also beneath you."

[songsofdivinity-archive]

It never failed to amuse Amphitrite that humans tried so hard to conquer the sea. They voyaged out in their little boats and fought the waves to explore new lands, trade goods, or plunder the depths for the bounties it offered. She watched them sometimes, amused as a child might be observing ants going about their tiny little lives, but rarely did she take interest in individuals. If a single human on a ship disrespected her realm, she might drown the lot of them. Likewise, if a handful of humans in a fleet of ships pleased her enough, she might give them favourable conditions on their journey and see them safely to their destinations, or given them the edge in a battle with her waves.

All this to say her relationship with humans was ephemeral at the best of times, and often steered by her mood. So to focus on one human was certainly not something she was known to do, especially when said human did nothing to draw her attention other than exist. And yet, that's the situation the goddess finds herself in.

Pirates were often fun to observe, full of superstition and often holding respect for the seas they prowled, but they were always men. Most humans on the sea were men, but pirates especially, so to find a woman pirate... Well, Amphitrite had been quite interested. She'd watched this unusual mortal for some time, never really inteferering, but checking in from time-to-time to see how she fared among her rough male counterparts. The answer was; fairly well, or as well as a woman could do amongst the morally dubious ship of pirates. She considered once or twice on making contact, but she remained distant and impartial, just observing, never inteferering. Until, of course, the woman had ended up overboard with several others as a storm raged above.

The queen of the seas should've left her to her fate, but that interest - that draw - finally made her act directly. Enveloping the woman's body in her embrace, Amphitrite spirited her away from the churning waters to safety - an uninhabited island humans had yet to plunder and claim like they did all other land masses they discovered.

It's there in the shallows, holding the human from behind against her mermaidic form, that she commands the water to leave the woman's lungs, drawing it from her throat to allow her to suck in air once more.

"Breathe."

@neverhangd

[starcunin]

@neverhangd sent: ❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ Oh darling, if I'm anything, I'm far more than an asshole. ❜

He lets out a soft chuckle, rich and velvety. ❛ But if we’re assigning roles, let’s just say I’m the charming vampire spawn——the one who makes all the worst decisions but does it with such irresistible flair you simply can’t stay angry with him for long. ❜ His eyes flicker with something mischievous, his coy way of once again trying to soften the edge of his misstep the other night. When he tried to bite her.

[estarion]

FMK: Auntie Ethel, Withers, the gnome fella from the windmill

　　“marry withers.”   easy.   “fuck the gnome.”  pain.  “kill the hag.”  always kill the hag.   even if she is rather charming, in her way... . . .